A Broken Record (Poem)
Sometimes I feel like a broken record, because my poetry often touches upon the same subjects again and again and again. It’s something that I’ve been thinking about more and more of late, so I wrote a poem to explore it. Here goes.
There’s no need to be
an asshole man
when it’s not going to make
any difference.
You’d think that
we’re trying to cure
CANCER,
instead of selling shit
that somehow causes it.
Have you never seen
Prison Break?
It’s all pointless
really anyway,
like blowing up robots
on computer screens
and racking up
the highest score
on Donkey Kong;
when we leave this world
behind us,
our entire lives
hardly scratched
the surface.
But now I’m just
a broken record.
Sometimes my dreams
are like a trick shot
when you forgot to turn
the camera on,
and I’m going down fast
to the bottom of everything.
My work comes from pain
and suffering,
and it’s not always my
pain to play with.
Whatever man,
I can’t help
who I am,
just like
you can’t help
who you are.
No one ever said
you had
to like me.
